PODCAST: Whyte House Family Novels Holiday Edition #66: I’m Dreaming of a Black Christmas Chapter 9

Welcome to the Whyte House Family Spoken Novels podcast: Holiday Edition episode #66. Today we are reading chapter 9 of the book “I’m Dreaming of a Black Christmas” by Daniel Whyte III with Meriqua Whyte.

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Mister Briley was by the fence pulling the weeds out of the flowerbeds in preparation for the autumn season. He was humming and singing alternately.

Dis joy dat I have, da worl’ didn’t give it to me

Dis joy dat I have, da worl’ didn’t give it to me

Dis joy dat I have, da worl’ didn’t give it to me

Da worl’ didn’t give it, da worl’ can’t take it away

No, Siree

Da worl’ didn’t give it, ‘n da worl’ can’t take it away.

His rich baritone voice echoed across the fence.

 

“Hello, Mister Briley.”

“Well, a mighty big hello to you too, Miss Cassie,” he said looking up. “You kinda snuck up on me,” he chuckled.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Cassandra said.

“How’s the little ‘un doing?” Mister Briley asked standing and peering across the fence at Grant Lee. “He sure have gottin bigger. He’s like a little tank.”

“Yes, he eats like a little man.”

Mister Briley cooed with Grant Lee for a few seconds.

“No offens’, Miss Cassie, but he mus’ look like his daddy. I mean, he gots some of your  color and everyt’ing, but his fechures mus be dat of his daddy. He has ‘im some strikin’ fechures.”

Cassandra laughed. “It’s amazing you should notice that at his young age. But, yes, he looks just like his daddy.”

“Mighten I ask who his daddy is?” Mister Briley said.

“Sure, Mister Briley. It’s Grant Barnett. He told me you go to his church–Mt. Salem, where his daddy, Rev. Barnett, is the pastor.”

“An a mighty fine lad he is dat Grant Barnett,” Mister Briley said showing no surprise at the news. “I hears he’s away at football college; gat ‘im a sch’lorship.”

“He sure did, Mister Briley,” Cassandra said with pride.

“I bet you misses ‘im. We misses ‘im too down dere at da church.”

Natalie Nichols watched the exchange between her daughter and Mister Briley. She hated the way they laughed so freely with each other. I have to put a stop to this. I sense nothing but trouble. I can’t allow her to have any contact with their kind.

Natalie raised the window. “Cassandra,” she called out to her daughter, “it’s time to come in. Dinner’s ready.”

“Okay, Mother. In a minute.” Cassandra turned her attention back to Mister Briley. “I’m thinking of coming to Mt. Salem soon. I want Grant Lee to know the other side of his family.”

“Well, dat be mighty nice of you, Miss Cassie, an’ he should know,” Mister Briley said. “You know Rev. Barnett did tell us ’bout his son gettin’ a young girl pregnant. Dese t’ings happens. But we jus love on Grant, an’ we be a prayin’ for you and the little ‘un.”

“Thank you, Mister Briley,” Cassandra said, “and you have a great night.”

Mister Briley returned to his gardening. “May the good Lord have mercy upon us,” he muttered.

Cassandra hurried into the house. Prudence was pulling up into the driveway. They quickly got ready for dinner. Rev. Nichols said the blessing.

“A tasty meal, Nat,” he said to his wife after taking a few forkfuls. “How was your day, Cassandra? When I came home you were outside with Grant Lee.”

“Great, Dad. Grant Lee’s been keeping me busy but I managed to get some studying in.”

“Whenever you get ready, I have a position for you down at the bank.”

“Thanks, Dad. I just hate to have to get a babysitter for Grant Lee at this young age. I don’t want to be a burden to Mother having to leave him with her all the time,” Cassandra said. “But I am thinking of taking you up on the offer, Dad.”

“Your mother told me she was concerned about how much time you were spending talking with the gardener next door.”

“Are you talking about Mister Briley? Dad, I’ve been saying ‘hello’ to Mister Briley ever since we moved here. He’s just a friendly old man who couldn’t hurt a fly if he wanted to.”

“Well, I think you need to stay away from him completely,” Natalie said. “He’s going to be a bad influence on you and on Grant Lee.”

“Mother, maybe you need to spend some time talking with Mister Briley,” Cassandra said.

Before her mother could answer, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Cassandra said handing the baby to Prudence.

She opened the door to see Carolyn Barnett, Grant’s sister, with a medium sized box in her hand.

“Grant sent this for you, Cassandra,” she said with a smile. “He wanted us to give it to you. Are you doing okay?”

“Yes, I sure am,” Cassandra said setting the box just inside the door. She turned to give Carolyn a hug. 

Athaliah Barnett was waiting in the car. She tooted the horn and waved to Cassandra. “Hi, Cassandra. How are you doing?”

“I’m doing fine,” Cassandra said returning the wave. “How’s Grant doing?” Cassandra asked Carolyn.

“He’s doing great. You have not heard from him? He told us he would limit calls to you because he did not want to upset your parents any more and that he’s been corresponding with you by mail,” Carolyn said. Lowering her voice, she added, “In fact, I told him I was more than willing to deliver any messages he may have for you as long as your parents don’t get upset at that.”

“Thank you, Carolyn,” Cassandra said.

“I’m sure he’ll be writing you soon. He’s always been slow when it comes to writing letters,” Carolyn said. “If you need anything, please let us know.”

“I will,” Cassandra said waving goodbye to Athaliah Barnett.

She returned to the dining room just in time to hear her mother saying, “You have to put a stop to it, Benjamin. These old black men know all about segregation and all that and they are just full of bitterness because they feel they never got equal rights. I guarantee you that old man has something sinister in his mind.”

Natalie watched Cassandra place the box on the table.

“Who was that at the door?” she asked. “It took you a mighty long time to get back.”

“It was Carolyn. Grant’s sister.”

“What’s she doing over here? Benjamin, you have to speak to Rev. Barnett again. Soon we’ll have the whole black community coming over here like this is some place for a community gathering,” Natalie said.

Ignoring her mother, Cassandra said, “Grant sent this for them to give to me. She stopped by to drop it off.”

I bet you he did, Natalie thought.

Cassandra opened up the box to find a toy and some clothes for Grant Lee. At the bottom of the box was a small box. I’ll look at this later, she thought.

“Those are beautiful,” Prudence said. “You’ll be looking mighty sharp for church on Sunday,” she said to Grant Lee while glancing up at her aunt who was looking disapprovingly at the gifts.

I do not like this at all. That boy is defying our wishes. We have to put a stop to this, Natalie Nichols thought.

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Thank you for joining us for this episode of Whyte House Family stories. You may purchase a copy of this novel and any other Christian fiction books read on this podcast from Amazon.com. 

Now, dear listener, please know that God—the divine Author of all things—wants to write a great story with your life as well. But first you must give Him the pen by trusting Him with the life He gave you and surrendering your heart to Jesus Christ as Savior. Here is how:

 

  1. Accept the fact that you are a sinner, and that you have broken God’s law. The Bible says in Ecclesiastes 7:20: “For there is not a just man upon earth that doeth good, and sinneth not.” Romans 3:23 reads: “For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God.” 

 

  1. Accept the fact that there is a penalty for sin. The Bible states in Romans 6:23: “For the wages of sin is death…”

 

  1. Accept the fact that you are on the road to hell. Jesus Christ said in Matthew 10:28: “And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.” The Bible says in Revelation 21:8: “But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.”

 

  1. Accept the fact that you cannot do anything to save yourself! The Bible states in Ephesians 2: 8, 9: “For by grace are ye saved through faith: and that not of yourselves: it is a gift of God. Not of works, lest any man should boast.”

 

  1. Accept the fact that God loves you more than you love yourself, and that He wants to save you from hell. Jesus Christ said in John 3:16, “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”

 

  1. With these facts in mind, please repent of your sins, believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and pray and ask Him to come into your heart and save you this very moment. The Bible states in the book of Romans 10:9, 13: “That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.”

 

“For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.”

Dear friend, if you are willing to believe on the Lord Jesus Christ for salvation, please pray with me this simple prayer: Heavenly Father, I realize that I am a sinner and that I have done some bad things in my life. For Jesus Christ sake, please forgive me of my sins. I now believe with all of my heart that Jesus Christ died for me, was buried, and rose again. Lord Jesus, please come into my heart and save my soul and change my life today. Amen.

If you believed in your heart that Jesus Christ died on the cross, was buried, and rose again, allow me to say, congratulations on doing the most important thing in life and that is accepting Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour! For more information to help you grow in your newfound faith in Christ, go to Gospel Light Society.com and read “What To Do After You Enter Through the Door”. Jesus Christ said in John 10:9, “I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture.”

May God bless you until next time.